Chapter 13: Chapter Twelve: The Washing Blade Gathering

Extract alien genes, add eyebrow blood, introduce mediator genes, isolate unwanted factors, enhance compatibility, boost phase shiftability…

Ding Huan was almost fully immersed in the creation of the Wood-element gene root.

He was certain that even in his previous life, he had never possessed such gene-manipulation ability.

Three hours later, the first gene root creation failed.

Five hours later, the second failure.

Ten hours later, the third failure.

He didn't know how long had passed, or how much blood he had lost.

Whenever Ding Huan grew tired, he simply slept in the lab, woke up, ate something, and resumed gene creation.

Repeated failures, repeated restarts—Ding Huan's genetic knowledge gradually became fluid in his mind.

He could even feel that crafting gene roots had become easier, no longer the awkwardness of before.

On the fourth day, Ding Huan carefully removed a test tube from the instrument.

Looking at the pale green liquid inside the test tube, Ding Huan's heart surged with excitement—this time, he had succeeded.

He felt it: his own crafted gene serum would have high purity.

He had never made a premium gene serum before; this Wood-element gene root serum was likely premium-grade.

Though starving to the extreme, Ding Huan had no desire to eat—he only stared at the serum in his hand.

After days of effort, he was certain the gene creation process had no flaws.

If it still failed, then the Reincarnation Blood could not be replaced by his eyebrow blood.

No—Reincarnation Blood?

Was it the blood of a reborn person? He had been reborn—wasn't that a form of reincarnation?

Ding Huan froze. If his guess was right, then he had hit the mark—he was a Reincarnator.

Taking a deep breath, Ding Huan drank the Wood-element gene root serum in one gulp.

Logically, he should have bathed, changed clothes, and stabilized himself before fusing the gene serum.

But he had no time—he dared not even leave this lab.

A sense of extreme danger kept him from reappearing in anyone's sight.

Moments after swallowing the gene serum, Ding Huan felt his chest suddenly ignite.

Terrifying flames exploded from his chest in an instant, surging toward every part of his body.

Ding Huan let out a shriek and collapsed to the ground.

In a daze, he felt a flame surge to his crown—his senses screamed that he would be utterly incinerated next.

Ding Huan was certain that, whether on Earth or on the Changyi Continent, no one had fused as many genes as he had.

Because he had once been a gene test subject, an Alien Gene Affinity.

As a gene test subject with Alien Gene Affinity, he had to try every gene—good or bad.

Having fused so many genes, Ding Huan had never encountered such a terrifying fusion process.

Was this a good thing or a bad thing?

This was already a highly pure gene serum—if it weren't pure, would he have died on the spot?

Ding Huan struggled to hold onto his will, refusing to pass out, but the agony was unbearable.

At this moment, Ding Huan would rather be burned alive than endure this sensation of internal combustion.

…

When Ding Huan woke again, it was midnight. He opened his eyes and felt as if every inch of his body had been scraped by knives—everywhere were bloody marks.

Other than that, he didn't seem to have changed much?

Had he succeeded—or not?

Yes—the Luo Shi Jing. If he activated the Luo Shi Jing, he'd know.

As the first Zhou Tian of the Luo Shi Jing began, and that faint qi did not vanish as usual, Ding Huan's eyes turned red.

A thread of qi remained in his dantian—he could even feel his strength had increased slightly. Hunger surged, and he let out a low growl.

He had succeeded—he had obtained the Wood-element gene root. He truly was a Reincarnator; the Reincarnation Blood was his own blood.

With a little more time, he would enter the ranks of Gene Cultivators, meaning he would gain the power to protect himself.

After confirming the gene root's formation, Ding Huan forced himself to calm down.

But the excitement and elation made it impossible to settle.

Only those who had been hunted and treated like dogs could understand Ding Huan's feelings now.

Only after ten full minutes did he exhale deeply, then grab the last packet of instant noodles from his bag and wolf it down with bottled water.

After eating, Ding Huan quickly tidied the lab and immediately began gene cultivation.

He feared someone might come and force him out—he had been helpless before gaining the gene root.

Now that he finally had the gene root, even if dawn was only hours away, he would not waste a second.

The Luo Shi Jing was on an entirely different level from the gene meditation he had practiced before.

After just three Zhou Tian, Ding Huan was completely immersed.

"Bang! Bang!" A series of knocks on the door jolted Ding Huan from his cultivation. He opened his eyes—it was already noon. Hunger returned.

Ding Huan immediately tensed, staring at the lab door, leaping up—he knew someone was coming for him.

What? He had merely applied slight force, yet felt as if he would smash through the ceiling.

A sense of power surged through him; his body felt lighter. How could he not understand what had happened?

Indeed, having a gene root made all the difference—he had only cultivated the Luo Shi Jing for half a day, yet his strength had more than doubled.

Perhaps in another month, he could become a Level-One Gene Cultivator.

He knew that in his previous life, he had continuously studied genetic knowledge and desperately fused various ability genes.

In the end, he only fused six genes, and after two hundred years, he had merely become a Level Four Gene Cultivator.

He lived over two hundred years not because his cultivation had reached a certain level and extended his lifespan.

But because he spent his entire life's savings to buy a high-grade longevity gene serum on Changyi Continent.

During the two hundred years after leaving Earth, he did only three things.

First, he worked hard to extend his lifespan by two hundred years; second, he purchased Star No. 5, which accompanied him for the rest of his life; third, he desperately studied various genetic knowledge and fused six genes.

Now, looking back, even without being hunted down exclusively, what he had done seemed useless—he could at most live another two or three decades.

The door was knocked again. Ding Huan grabbed a combat shovel from his bag, walked carefully to the door, and gently turned the handle before yanking it open.

A man in a lab coat, his face covered in stubble, stumbled in. Ding Huan's pull nearly sent him sprawling.

"Professor Geng…" Ding Huan stared in surprise at Geng Qianxing, who had almost fallen, then remembered the shovel in his hand and quickly shoved it back into his bag.

"It worked! My endurance gene has succeeded!" Geng Qianxing's voice trembled with excitement.

"You fused the endurance gene?" Ding Huan showed no excitement, only surprise as he looked at Geng Qianxing.

He knew Geng Qianxing's endurance gene would succeed eventually—he just hadn't expected this guy to be so impatient and fuse it himself.

Geng Qianxing nodded vigorously. "Yes, I've already fused the endurance gene. I'm certain it's the most advanced gene serum on Earth right now.

Thank you, thank you for telling me about the PT short-chain gene. Without your guidance, I never would've succeeded."

At this moment, Geng Qianxing's admiration for Ding Huan was no exaggeration—it was like an endless river.

But Ding Huan sighed. Based on the genetic knowledge he possessed, fusing any gene before the Spirit Root gene made it virtually impossible to fuse the Spirit Root gene.

He couldn't do it. No second person on Earth could.

At least, not now. Or perhaps if that guy who wrote the Luo Shi Jing came, he might find a way.

"By the way, I still don't know your name. Are you the new teacher at the school?"

After sharing his joy, Geng Qianxing finally calmed down somewhat.

"I'm Ding Huan, the new teacher here. Now do you believe what I told you?" Ding Huan patted Geng Qianxing on the shoulder and grinned.

"Believe? Absolutely."

Geng Qianxing's eyes sparkled. His favorite work was researching gene serums that could fuse with the human body. Ding Huan's ability left him utterly convinced.

"Professor Geng… Professor Geng…" voices called from outside.

Because the door to Ding Huan's lab was wide open, a middle-aged man soon appeared at the threshold.

The middle-aged man's gaze settled on Ding Huan and Geng Qianxing. He stood there, mouth half-open, unable to utter a single word.

These two men were both more disheveled than the last. Was this really the Gene Lab of Yujian University?

"Principal Tan!" Geng Qianxing clearly recognized the man and called out immediately.

Ding Huan silently thought: So this guy is Tan Bei, the president of Yujian University.

It seemed like everyone at Yujian University was a bit unreliable.

"What's going on here?" Tan Bei finally regained his composure.

"I…" Geng Qianxing immediately wanted to tell Tan Bei he had developed the endurance gene serum.

But then he remembered what Ding Huan had told him earlier and fell silent.

Tan Bei didn't think much of it—he simply said, "Professor Geng, the Blue Star's Top Ten Academies Talent Assessment is about to begin. Our school has twenty slots. Can you lead a team?"

Tan Bei had no other choice. Among those still capable at Yujian University, besides Geng Qianxing right here, there was no one else.

He knew full well that saying "lead a team" really meant just leading—nothing more.

Usually, team leaders also provided pre-assessment training for participating students.

But most of the applicants here were merely affiliated with Yujian University—they didn't actually need training from Yujian's teachers.

"Ah…" Geng Qianxing stared blankly at Tan Bei. After a long pause, he said, "Principal Tan, even if we go, it's meaningless."

Tan Bei waved his hand. "What if? I'm saying what if one of our students qualifies? Then Yujian University still has a future!

I'm off now. Get ready—the assessment is in three months. Besides our own few students, most are external affiliates."

Watching Tan Bei rush in and then rush out, Geng Qianxing's earlier excitement cooled.

Leading a team to the Blue Star's Top Ten Academies Assessment would waste both his time and energy.

"Professor Geng, I think you should do it. After I finish what I'm doing, I'll help you."

Ding Huan spoke. He needed to secure his own safety first, then help Yujian University.

Deep down, Ding Huan didn't want Yujian University to collapse—it was tied to his cultivation path.

If Yujian University fell, he'd have no lab at all for developing gene serums in the future.

Yujian University's gene lab had cost at least several billion. Where could he get that much money to build his own?

Even if he could create top-tier gene serums, would he dare sell them?

As for renting lab space elsewhere, where would be safer? And the equipment wouldn't compare.

Geng Qianxing had not a single doubt when Ding Huan offered to help.

The man hadn't even looked closely—he'd merely glanced from afar at Geng's lab table and uttered one simple sentence, solving a problem that had plagued Geng for months.

This ability—Geng Qianxing was certain—even his own master couldn't match it.

He believed the world had geniuses, because he himself was one. But Ding Huan? He was a genius beyond genius.

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